Lyrics:
and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista
Kick it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung
sock
Take it from me now I'm gonna give it all I got
I take a licking still tick tick toc
But smoked salmon ain't old school lox
So go to Peter Brady
Dot I's and I cross my T's
I'm just a friend like I'm Biz Markie
That's what you told me
Wait
How it fall apart like that
It was a dream baby how you
sounds) a one, two
Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My
(Play it for me)
(Kick it)
(The mic smith, yeah, alright) yeah
Okay
Girls, girls, girls, girls
These girls I do adore
Walking down
paddle
He taught me how to be pure and stay true to myself
Divine timing always here by thyself
Yea we up on the block but we not serving no rocks
It's
than strong, yeah boy and it's over
When I feel the funk around
I turn to K and say "and it goes!"
Dunk the Funk things are gettin' real funky
Dunk
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
wuz dat word
I say bitch dis dick now bend it ova twerk that ass and drop to a split
She aint never blew purp while she was taking the dick
Next time I
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh
Now I
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
the phone
Say bruh I'ma go now y’all go and regulate handle your biz
Did it again link up with shorty that’s how it ends
Ooo handle biz right
Make sure that
here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship
Bullshit ain't nothin' this here been goin'
Knees
He looked around at mama said, "Hey, you better come
See about me."
Let's get funky
Yea, get it on
Right on
Now every time I see you
You
and the Spice 1 rack
The sensei didn't even have a chance to blast back
Eyes bloodshot and Puffy, and got up like Scarface
Lettin' off a Dirty Dozen, now it's
or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact
hand when it spark it torch yo top
Man this Glock body count 64 man this a freak
Have this drac beatboxing in yo ear biz markie
Treat his head like some
Word, take it slow
Day by day, that's the way life should go
You don't need to ill, so, now you know
Take it easy 'cause I said so
Yo, I think I'll
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
let's ride
To the funky rhythm bumpin
It's a vibe, we high
All my niggas gettin' faded
Gettin' high tonight
Check it
Where my niggas gettin' high tonight?
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